Red eyes blue gaze, you look like hell today
Step out on parade, you do it so well
Your favourite shirt, those shoes that you bought in Perth
Dumb Hair smart slacks, let's rock at the rails

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Music is crap aliens told me so
Better than that, we're gonna let you know
Just listen up, become a receiver
Then let's space out, when you're a believer
That's what religions for
Music is crap

Think of your friends, then put one on the door
Everything's free, but we're still poor

Don't matter what you like, aliens hate it
Pop rock metal shop, they just berate it
And I've found
They dig the silence, hate the sound
So pick up your telescopes, put your guitars down
That's what I've found

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